Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

I fought with my twin, the enemy within.

Everything's a business. Love, truth, beauty. Conversation is a business. Spirituality is not a business, so it's going to go against the grain of people who are trying to exploit other people.

Having hits buries a singer in the past. A lot of singers hide in the past because it's safer back there. If you've ever heard today's country music, you'll know what I'm talking about.

If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.

You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.